Tombé pour la France
Since I haven't written anything in a while I thought I'd drop a note to the handful of people who check up on me through LJ.
I use to have a Facebook profile however I've decided to reject Web 2.0 projects such as FB because of the absolutely redundant information that one must sort through on a daily basis. Application request, friend requests, test request, pictures tagged, videos tagged, profile links, etc etc. We're writing a poor biography of ourselves for free to anyone we deem worthy to access such information. I had contacts from elementary school try to add me whom I never liked nor have talked to. Why should I care? "How have you been, what are you up to?" Isn't it obivious? I'm dedicating days of my life to Facebook! HA!
Our mark on this world cannot be carved out in Cyberspace, its memory is too short. My energy is better spent ranting here--the predecessor to places like Myspace and Facebook.
Moving on. Over the last few months I've done little but seen a lot. I've traveled across the Ocean, twice. Once I spent 5 days in Oxford, England with a visit to London to experience the motherland. It started off as a way to help a friend move there and a chance to get out of Montreal. It was beautiful and the weather was fantastic--barely rained when I was there. England was familiar, comfortable, genius and had so much character (and characters).
Next was my trip to Paris. It was cheap. I spent maybe $160 is total (airfare included). Couchsurfed, walked and walked and saw Rugby. Stood beneath the Eiffel Tower and gazed over the city from Sacre Coeur while a band did cover songs of U2 then Manu chao. I drank from tiny cups filled with strong black coffee and chew gleefully on baguette and cheese. Paris has old streets and buildings and a wonderful transportation system. It was easy to visit as well since I live in the sister city to Paris: Montreal. The difference being there isn't as much stigma about Anglo. It was short but sweet enough.
Throughout my days I've worked and lived, relatively idle. I'm enjoying my work as I am outside however I don't enjoy the politics. I get to travel East to my native towns every month or as I please that is a shorter commute than going to work most days. I hop a jet to Halifax and there I am, surrounded by salty air and evergreens.
Recognizing my faults is easy, doing something about them is much more of a task. To quote Talk Talk,"Life's what you make it."
[J]
I use to have a Facebook profile however I've decided to reject Web 2.0 projects such as FB because of the absolutely redundant information that one must sort through on a daily basis. Application request, friend requests, test request, pictures tagged, videos tagged, profile links, etc etc. We're writing a poor biography of ourselves for free to anyone we deem worthy to access such information. I had contacts from elementary school try to add me whom I never liked nor have talked to. Why should I care? "How have you been, what are you up to?" Isn't it obivious? I'm dedicating days of my life to Facebook! HA!
Our mark on this world cannot be carved out in Cyberspace, its memory is too short. My energy is better spent ranting here--the predecessor to places like Myspace and Facebook.
Moving on. Over the last few months I've done little but seen a lot. I've traveled across the Ocean, twice. Once I spent 5 days in Oxford, England with a visit to London to experience the motherland. It started off as a way to help a friend move there and a chance to get out of Montreal. It was beautiful and the weather was fantastic--barely rained when I was there. England was familiar, comfortable, genius and had so much character (and characters).
Next was my trip to Paris. It was cheap. I spent maybe $160 is total (airfare included). Couchsurfed, walked and walked and saw Rugby. Stood beneath the Eiffel Tower and gazed over the city from Sacre Coeur while a band did cover songs of U2 then Manu chao. I drank from tiny cups filled with strong black coffee and chew gleefully on baguette and cheese. Paris has old streets and buildings and a wonderful transportation system. It was easy to visit as well since I live in the sister city to Paris: Montreal. The difference being there isn't as much stigma about Anglo. It was short but sweet enough.
Throughout my days I've worked and lived, relatively idle. I'm enjoying my work as I am outside however I don't enjoy the politics. I get to travel East to my native towns every month or as I please that is a shorter commute than going to work most days. I hop a jet to Halifax and there I am, surrounded by salty air and evergreens.
Recognizing my faults is easy, doing something about them is much more of a task. To quote Talk Talk,"Life's what you make it."
[J]